This was destined to be a wonderful evening.
Outside the hotel lobby, in front of a luxury car, the man held the woman within his arms, their posture ambiguous.
The moment Lou Xining stepped out of the lobby, he saw this scene.
"Isn't that Xing Chen?" Lou Xining murmured to himself, rubbing his eyes. After confirming that the man leaning on the Maybach was indeed Xing Chen, he hurriedly looked at the woman who was pinned against the car by him.
A delicate face, a light purple dress, playful and innocent while exuding cuteness; she wasn't very old, yet in her gaze with Xing Chen, there was a hint of nobility.
What a stunning beauty!
Her temperament was also outstanding. With just one glance, Lou Xining couldn't help but give her a thumbs up!
"Who said you aren't interested in women? You're having quite some fun, aren't you? Grandpa also wants your photo; let's see if I don't leave some blemished memories on your fake propriety!"
